Inside the great hall, Ye Qing Nian, Ye Xuefan, Ye Xuefu, and the other Clan Elders departed one by one, leaving only Ye Zhijian and Ye Jingcheng seated beside the Eight Immortals table.
The massive incense burner atop the table still burned, carrying a refreshing fragrance.
Ye Zhijian appeared somewhat restrained at this moment. He believed he had experienced enough; he had Dreaming of a Past Life, perfected sword intent, and a lucid sword heart, so he should fear no one.
Yet now that he truly faced Ye Jingcheng, he still felt that the latter was like a mountain range. Whenever he felt he had reached the summit, another insurmountable mountain would reveal itself, leaving him able only to look up once more.
Though he knew Ye Jingcheng would not harm him, he could not help but feel somewhat worried.
After all, for a declining family, the identity of a reincarnator might be an opportunity to rise again.
But for a powerful force that had already risen, it might become a variable.
Those in power feared being stripped of power.
And most importantly, if the reincarnator's soul was his original soul rather than his present one, then it meant that a Nascent Soul family like the Ye Family had produced a soul at Void Refinement, or even Integration.
The Ye Family's future direction might all change because of this.
Thus, he was not surprised that the family would worry.
In his view, it would have been abnormal if they did not worry.
For that very reason, he had cultivated Ye Tengchuan at every turn and repeatedly made it clear to the family that he was still the same Ye Zhijian as before.
"Have you gone to the Ancestral Hall to offer sacrifices?" Ye Jingcheng looked at Ye Zhijian.
The latter